A land of smells, colours, of many and few that unites us and drives us away so often. Lands that have life. I collect some of the various Portuguese lands, lands that come from my origin, my identity, that belong to me, somehow constitute me. I unite the earth with the water, water that existed in the cisterns, the one that helps in the survival of Man and that connects us to each other. It gives us so much more than a man can ever repay, we can feed and build with it and all this is given to us freely. The truth is, every day we step on it and we don’t have time to think that that land is telling our story. It is necessary to know how to take care of our origin and what we are constituted so that we have some identity.